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Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The untamable girl now has her place next to the scary gangster who rules London and the silver linings take their place as time passes.

Warnings: Some sexual content

“Sorry we’re late, I had some things to do.” “By ‘things’, she means me.”

It feels warm.

A sturdy surface behind, a soft one nevertheless. It moves, muscles illuminated by the gentle morning sun as it seeps through the slightly open window. Summer is near, the kind spring weather gracing the inside of the room with a whiff of the newly blossomed flowers right near the corner.

He takes a breath in, low and calm. His sleep has been better for the last couple of months, less nightmares and the girl of his dreamiest dreams next to him. London, on the other hand, was still a shithole but it had brought her to him so he decided not to hold a grudge against the pavement he walked on.

It’s a feeling of flying almost, as you slowly blink to open your eyes. He’d been counting your eyelashes, trying to memorize the lines of your face like he does each morning he has with you. It feels almost like a habit when your eyes open and meet his blue orbs, the ordinary watching ritual a common thing of sorts as he’s afraid of a couple things happening, so he soaks in every moment he has with you.

Accident, fate or good luck. It was one of the three that had brought you into his life, his warm bed. Your hands reach for him but he’s already grabbed one, gentle as he kisses the palm of your hand. You smile, involuntary this time and he revels in it. This is it, the softest and the purest form of love he’s known.

Before he has to put on the dreadful weight of being ‘Mr. Solomons’. He’s just Alfie now, yours too as far as he’s concerned and you, the same. There’s no pretty dress on your body, no smirk of flirty eyes as you stare up at his now slightly elevated body next to yours. It’s easy, being with him and you have found yourself losing the game for the first time.

You had concluded a week ago that you’d leave the poor man out of the game.

You didn’t want to play anymore.

Not that it wasn’t fun, oh it very much was but because you had found a worthy partner. You could play the game with him until the end of time and he’d still surprise you, it kept you on your toes just like you’d kept him on his ever since he’d met you.

You feel his strong arms move under the duvet, hands reaching for the covered parts of your body before his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft, no teeth or any kind of rushing in his demeanor as he says good morning to you in the best way he knows how. Your mewls get absorbed by his heavenly mouth before he breaks the kiss, a knowing smile on his lips as he hovers on top of you before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Mornin’, luv.” his voice is gruff, unfiltered in the best way possible and you can only greet it with a nod and a smile.

He knows what it means.

Although the chase was long, he would’ve done it again for however many times you’d want if it meant that he got to have you by his side, looking at him through sleepy eyes with a wide smile like this. He knows that you know it, too.

He’s learned things along the way of playing this game: patience, empathy and the most important of all, that he could be loved. It seemed so out of reach for him but it found him in the strangest form possible: in a little fiery lady who wouldn’t give him what he wanted, no matter what but you saw no regret on his face when he hovered above you, starting a trail of kisses from your lips to the place you were most excited to have him.

And the morning was once again filled with the kind of bliss he’d never known.

—-

The inside of the hall is big, too big for a family of three but you let it go the minute the car stops. The mansion is grand, made of stone of the best kind and it’s easy to see the envy in the other guests’ eyes, although it’s absent in the eyes of the man next to you.

He grabs your hand, a low and almost unnoticeable grunt escaping his lips the moment your skin meets his. He doesn’t realize but he’s grown co-dependent. Can’t do a thing if it’s not with you, doesn’t seem right to the gangster to leave his lovely girl out of things. You both walk inside the big house, eyes focused on the two people who had invited you here in the first place.

You know the Shelbys from that one time you’d gone to Birmingham with Alfie and the rest had been easy, some events here and there where you’d see the main man and his wife in his arm. You think he’s friends with Alfie, something along the lines of enemies that are bonded with committing the same sin.

The pleasant exchanges are made then, a kiss on your cheek from Grace and a nod from Thomas as he and Alfie speak. You don’t mind the commotion of appearing like this, as his girl, not after all that you’ve made him go through even though your brute was tougher than any other lad you’d been with.

“We were expecting you a bit earlier, Alfie. There’s business to discuss.” speaks Thomas and you can see the glint of frustration in Grace’s eyes but she doesn’t say anything.

You then speak, as it was partly your fault of trying to get Alfie’s suit off of him the minute he’d showed up looking more dapper than usual. A smile graces your lips as you look at the brummie and speak. “Sorry we’re late, I had some things to do.”

And Alfie laughs at that, fucking snickers, and unlike a normal lady would, you don’t glare at him. It’s clear as day anyway, that you’re his now and he’s yours. You don’t see the reason on beating around the bush or making excuses but you still don’t know if you can trust the man before you so keep things simple.

Thomas then nods but Alfie cuts in, an amused tone to his voice as he speaks. “By fuckin’ ‘things’, she means me.”

And you see Grace’s eyes widen as her mouth opens, a shocked wave going through the conversation but all Thomas does is nod and offer you a smile. The dynamic is simple in his eyes, you’re the boss of the gangster who’s set on ruling every corner of London and you think, it just doesn’t get better than that.

You just nod at Alfie’s words before an hushed ‘Alright’ leaves Thomas’ lips and you’re off, into the party to drink a little and to make sure you cause trouble, contained this time as Alfie keeps you away from real trouble.

So you go in, with Alfie’s hand enveloping yours and sit him down so you can get a drink. He has a smile on the entire time as he watches you dance, but it’s not with a lad this time. It’s for him, and the entire hall knows that it is and he feels his chest puffing and feels like a giant among men.

Because he got the girl.

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theartoflovingcinema

what a fucking story, loved this.